A/N: I do not in any way claim to own Twilight. All Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
It was an understatement to say that Bella missed Jacob, she had absolutely no idea how she could go on without him. It had been weeks since she had last saw or spoke to him, despite the daily phone calls to his house and the mono excuse that Billy had grown so fond of using. The night before she had an unexpected visitor in the dead of night, and it turns out it was the person she felt the need to talk to the most, Jacob.
When a clunk emitted from outside of Bella's window that was shut, her thoughts of Jacob immediately came into play once more. She hesitantly got out of her bed, making her way over towards the window. As Bella struggled to open the window, she grew self-conscious over her crumpled bed clothes that was an old concert t-shirt that was too faded to recognize the band name that was plastered to the front of it, and a pair of sweatpants that were big enough to fit two of Jacob. As she eventually got the window up, but not as nonchalantly as she wanted to, she heard her name called from the figure below. "Bella!" Jake shouted in a whisper, being careful not to disturb Charlie that was situated in front of the flat screen that one of the men at the station had bought him for his birthday that was a few weeks prior. "Stand back, I'm coming up." And so he did, making it look as if it was the easiest thing in the entire world, climbing up 25 feet from the ground to a girls window. Bella was shocked as she saw the man before her. Jacob's hair was cut, a lot shorter than the ponytail he was always sporting, but it still hung below his eyebrows.
"What are you doing here, Jake?" She questioned, placing her hands against her hips as she furrowed her brows together. This was not something that Jacob was expecting, he just automatically assumed that she would welcome him back with open arms, but Bella had a different plan of action. "How come you've got the time to come to my house in the dead of night but you apparently do not have the time to reply to my voicemails or pick up the phone when I call." His face was as hard as stone as she quizzed him, and as she paused to let him speak and give his answer, he ended up ignoring the question completely and bringing a new one to the surface.
"Have you ever had a secret that wasn't yours to tell, Bella?" This made the memories of The Cullens came flooding back, causing her face to soften and she had to fight the overwhelming urge to curl into a ball and let the hole that was redeveloping in her chest take over. Her giving him a slight nod was all that she could remember before she found him moving in for a hug goodbye. "Remember what I said about the Quiluete stories, Bells." No matter how many fights they had gotten into, when he called her that name she couldn't help but smile. After she nodded in agreement, she turned and saw the faded blue of his denim shorts disappearing out her window.